Semua Bab Accidentally Marked By The Lycan King: Bab 271 - Bab 280

Alara's POVI found Xavier exactly where I expected him to be: in his study, working again. At this point, I was beginning to suspect the man had a secret ability to sense paperwork from several miles away. The moment a report existed, Xavier somehow appeared beside it like magic. The doors to his study stood partially open, letting soft light spill into the corridor. I paused briefly before entering, just watching him. He sat behind the massive desk that had once belonged to kings before him, surrounded by stacks of documents, maps, reports, and letters of kingdom business. Yet, despite everything spread across the desk, I noticed one thing immediately: he wasn't reading. The parchment in his hands remained untouched, his gaze distant and focused somewhere else entirely. He was worrying, doing the exact same thing I had been doing all evening.His Lycan sensed me first. Marcus stirred beneath the surface, warm and familiar, before Xavier finally looked up. The moment he saw me, so

Selena's POVThere were many strange things about living in the Lycan Palace. The fact that I regularly ate breakfast with the most powerful family on the continent was strange. The fact that Artemis had once threatened to launch Cassian off a balcony because he called her "Moonbeam" was strange. The fact that Lucian could step out of shadows as if they were doorways was very strange.Unfortunately, I was beginning to suspect his shadows themselves might be even stranger. Because, once again, they were following me. I stopped walking. The corridor fell silent, and nothing moved, but I knew they were there, keeping their distance but watching me nonetheless. I narrowed my eyes. "Come out."Nothing happened. A passing servant looked at me oddly, so I smiled awkwardly until they hurried away. Talking to empty hallways probably looked concerning to them. I waited another moment, then pointed at a nearby suit of armor. "I can see you."A tiny patch of darkness immediately darted behind

Artemis's POVThe dreams were evolving. I couldn't decide if that was a blessing or a curse.Lately, the abstraction had bled into a terrifying reality. They didn't feel like dreams anymore. They felt like memories, which was entirely impossible, because the places I saw hadn't existed for centuries.I woke with a sharp, ragged inhale, my pulse hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Moonlight streamed through my chamber windows, casting stark, cold shadows across the floor. Sweat dampened my skin despite the chill in the room.I tried to breathe through the panic, to convince myself that it was just a trick of an overactive imagination. But the details refused to fade. They remained crisp, precise, and hauntingly tangible. I could still perfectly picture the stone towers piercing a silver sky, the massive temples carved from moon-white marble, and the women in flowing robes whose eyes glowed with a fierce, crescent luminescence.And then, there was the voice. It was always th

Lucian's POVThe training arena was an assault on the senses, filled with a chaotic symphony that I usually had no trouble tuning out. Dozens of young Lycan warriors occupied the massive stone grounds, their bodies moving in blurred, predatory sequences as they sparred in tightly monitored groups. The air was thick with the scent of kicked-up dust, sweat, and iron. Steel clashed against steel with deafening cracks, punctuated by the booming commands of instructors and the heavy thuds of bodies hitting the dirt. Normally, this display of raw power was routine to me, a familiar backdrop to my daily responsibilities.Today, however, my focus refused to lock onto the training drills. Instead, my gaze kept drifting toward the western boundary of the courtyard.Towards her, over and over.Selena stood near the edge of the chalk lines, paired with a massive trainee who towered over her. Unlike every other highborn heir present, she possessed no wolf. She had no Lycan blood running through

Selena's POVMy eyelids felt heavy as I slowly forced them open, staring up at the intricately carved wooden ceiling of the palace healer’s chambers. The sharp, clean scent of crushed herbs and medicinal salves hung thick in the air. Every time I tried to shift, a dull, throbbing ache flared beneath the crisp white bandages tightly wrapped around my shoulder, a physical reminder that the chaos of the previous afternoon hadn't been an absurd dream.Fragments of the training incident replayed relentlessly behind my eyes. The sudden, erratic trajectory of the wooden practice blade. The sickening thud as it collided with my collarbone. The ground rushing up to meet me. And then... the absolute madness that followed.I had never seen him like that. Not even close. That wasn't the composed, calculating prince the court whispered about in hushed tones. It wasn't the quiet boy who spent hours hiding away in the dusty corners of the palace library, nor was it the fiercely sarcastic companion I